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From: | Zofia Featherstone |
Subject: | Re: disaccord fuliginous |
Date: | Sat, 17 Dec 2005 21:38:44 -0500 |
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No, the large tomb halfway up the hill beyond the gatehouse. Its
where it happened!
Where you tried to- Mo did not finish the question; he did not have to.
Where he could have killed me but didnt, completed Alex. Come on!
The two Americans retreated down the gravel path past the gatehouse
and into the darkness of the rising hill of grass punctuated by white
gravestones now glistening in the rain. Easy, cried Panov, out of
breath. Youre used to that nonexistent foot of yours, but I havent
quite adjusted to my pristine body having been raped by chemicals.
Sorry.
Mo! shouted a womans voice from a marble portico above. The figure
waved her arms beneath the pillared, overhanging roof of a grave so |
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